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[magic_by_accident]

John sits at one of the tables, smoking a cigarette and drinking whiskey as he contemplates the Observation Window.

Come take his mind off the end of all living things. It strikes a little too close to home.

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[wayward_sun]

Lucifer's smile turns somewhat tight.

"I don't give a fuck about how Hell is doing. If Dad wants a tight run so, he can bloody well go and do it himself."

[magic_by_accident]

"...point taken."

He smokes, then asks, "Have you given up the club for police work?"

[wayward_sun]

"What Lux? No, no. I've still got Lux. The other is more of a side gig. A hustle if you will."

[magic_by_accident]

"That's good to hear.

"I miss Lux."

[wayward_sun]

"Yeah?"

He seems pleased to hear it. All things considered.

"It's - just the way I wanted it to be."

[magic_by_accident]

"Lots of pretty people throwing themselves into hedonism," John says fondly. "Mm."

[wayward_sun]

"Yes. That part is quite good. I wouldn't want to give up on that."

[magic_by_accident]

John sulks a little. "You said you never wanted to see me again, so I've stayed away even though I truly do miss that nightclub, for exactly that reason."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer looks at him.

"Well, I suppose it would be alright if you stopped by occasionally."

He lifts a finger.

"But no funny business, Constantine. Leave the sparkles at home."

[magic_by_accident]

"The sparkles are part of me, Luci. I can't leave them at home any more than I could leave home without my hands."

[wayward_sun]

"You know what I mean. I don't want magic at Lux. It draws attention. I don't need that."

[magic_by_accident]

"No magic," John says with resignation, but his eyes are gleeful. Nights at Lux are great for forgetting himself and all of his mistakes, at least for a few hours.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer sips his drink. Then he adds, casually, "I mostly play on weeknights."

Just - putting it out there.

[magic_by_accident]

"I'll be sure to come by on weeknights."

No matter their differences, he still likes listening to Lucifer sing.

[wayward_sun]

"Don't expect free drinks."

It has to be said.

Also, he doesn't really know what to do with people who likes Lux, because it was good dream and now it's real.

With people who know him.

[magic_by_accident]

"Oh, no, of course not. Not even this place has free drinks forever."

[wayward_sun]

"It does have a nice selection," Lucifer says and then he empties his glass and adds - because he is not entirely without manners - "next one is on me."

[magic_by_accident]

John grins and drains his glass. "Whiskey, if you please."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer orders a bottle.

It's easier and they already have glasses.

His alcohol consumption would be worrisome if he wasn't what he is.

(And it still is. A bit).

[magic_by_accident]

John judges no one for their alcohol consumption as he consumes quite a lot himself.

He refills his glass, and holds it up to Lucifer. "Here's to you, Lucifer Morningstar, and your periodic generosity."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer looks a little surprised. Then he smiles.

"Or just periodic generosity in general. I think we all appreciate that."

[magic_by_accident]

[ooc: Fade? They've had a good conversation.]

[wayward_sun]

[ooc: works for me. Thank you for the thread.]

[magic_by_accident]

[ooc: Any time, thank you!]